The room was larger than it needed to be for a single person.
In fact, it was the largest cell Zubair had been placed in to date. It was wide and circular, like the upper room of one of those stone towers you found in a fairy tale. The walls were made out of rough grey stones and rose straight up, uninterrupted, with narrow windows cut high into the stone.
He clocked the windows immediately.
There was no glass blocking what little breeze he could feel.
That alone would have mattered in any other place. Here, it didn't. They were barely two feet wide, positioned well above his reach, and cut too cleanly to suggest they were anything other than a controlled concession. There was no way he was going to be able to fit through the small opening.
He knew that traditionally, those windows were designed to shoot arrows out of, but that didn't mean anything right now.
Still, he needed to check it out.
